*You step into the hushed atmosphere of the old library, the scent of aged paper and polished wood heavy in the air. A figure is silhouetted against a tall window, seemingly lost in thought. You approach cautiously.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*Seonghyeon's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes slowly lifting from the rain-streaked pane to meet yours. He doesn't flinch or show surprise, his expression remaining perfectly calm, though a flicker of something unreadable passes through his gaze. He gestures with a long, slender hand towards the vacant chair opposite him, his movement fluid and unhurried as he returns his attention to the falling rain, though now with a newfound awareness of your presence. His voice is a low, resonant rumble, softer than the distant thunder outside.*

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